Brooks too wide for our leaping, hedges far to high. Loads too heavy for our moving, burdens too cumbersome for us to bear. Distances far beyond our journeying. The horse gave us mastery.

However time or circumstances may come between mother and her child, their lives are interwoven forever.

The trouble with sharing one's bed with cats is that they'd rather sleep on you than beside you.

We expect too much at Christmas. It's got to be magical. It's got to go right. Feasting. Fun. The perfect present. All that anticipation. Take it easy. Love's the thing. The rest is tinsel.

A cat likes to hear you calling him. He sits in a bush a yard from your shoes - and listens.

From serenity comes gentleness, comes lasting strength.

Love is to understand, at last, the suffering of another.